We walk upon a precipice; the fall is ever near.

At times we walk in darkness, the heart of all our fear.

Though death is always imminent, death is not fears cause,

more it is this world of ours – its ever growing laws.

The laws we make despite ourselves, inhibiting all hope.

And then there’ll be another law to inhibit life some more,

all followed by their greatest tool – another bloody war.

This world is slowly killing us – it’s time to drain the swamp;

the swamp that we created with ceremony and pomp.

It’s time to bite the bullet and ring out Liberty’s bell;

unless we make the change I fear we’re headed straight for Hell.